It is afternoon.
The Beast is around I suspect. The hair raises on the back of my neck. I can almost smell him.
I place the little gifts facing outward from the camp on trees when I receive them. They will disappear in the middle of the night when the Beast is more active. He will no doubt stash his treasure with the other trinkets he holds dear.
Jeptha or the Beast is misunderstood. He is fierce and sentimental. He is unrealistic in protecting what he cares about and he oversteps social norms at times. I think overall he has merit.
I brought him here in hopes that he can start fresh.
Jeptha is probably more creature than anything else. I never met his parents and have yet to see him sleep indoors.
I feel a respectful distancing is of value in our friendship. The moon will be at a waning crescent. He should be moderately reasonable if he comes to camp.